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Updated: May 15, 2025


Pake had ample English to make a good bargain. However, it was finally struck; and cutting Ancose Mackey's elaborate adieus very short, they took to the road again. They had twenty-five miles to cover.

Pake indicated to Garth that Ancose Mackey stood before him. "Where is the Bishop?" Garth demanded impatiently. Ancose blandly ignored the question for the present. "How-do-you-do, sir," he said, like a mechanical doll, at the same time politely extending his hand. Garth, shaking it hastily, repeated his question but the young man was not to be hurried over any of his self-pleasing formalities.

"Ol' Pierre stay to me three days of waiting. Las' night come boy up big river in canoe. Boy say to ol' Pierre, Cap'n Jack stuck at Caliper Island. Boy say, Cap'n Jack want tell to Bishop, Garth Pevensey no can come. Garth Pevensey him gone back outside." Garth and Natalie looked at each other in dismay. "Mary Co-que-wasa do this," added Ancose. "Him no speak never true."

"Some one was to meet me here," said Garth confidently. An expression of genuine concern appeared under Ancose Mackey's solemn mugging. "You Garth Pevensey?" he asked. Garth nodded. Ancose's English was not equal to the situation. He turned quickly to Pake, squatting in the doorway, and exploded in Cree. Pake answered in kind.

It takes a roundabout course to say anything of an abstract nature in Cree. Finally Garth heard the ominous name of Mary Co-que-wasa enter into their discourse. "What is it?" he demanded impatiently. Ancose turned a long face to him. "Bad medicine here," he said. "Bishop send ol' Pierre Toma down from head of rapids with him team to get you," he went on, struggling manfully with his English.

"Of course!" said Natalie. "She knew they wouldn't believe her, so she sent the boy up, while she waited below." "Where's the boy?" Garth demanded. Ancose shrugged. "Gone down," he said. "No can catch now." "When did Pierre Toma go back?" "Early," said Ancose. "Five hours. Him horses fresh." "Maybe we can catch them yet!" cried Garth. "How much to the head of the rapids, Pake?"

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